I want to go outside and collect my clothes from the line but there’s a bunch of pilgrims congregating near my humongous underwear. I can’t let on that they’re mine. I’ll be walking side by side with these people for the next 35 days.

But I want to sleep! If I fall asleep now, I’ll forget my clothes are out there. Or something worse will happen. I don’t know what that something worse is.

I’m hiking 15 miles tomorrow all uphill. Shits gonna suck.

Screw it, I’m getting my clothes. I hate being social but once I’m down there I’m inclined to introduce myself. If I don’t they’ll only refer to me as “that girl with the humongous underwear”.

“Did you see that girl with the humungous underwear today?”

“For a brief second before I strode past her, why?”

“She’s weird.”

“Yeah, that’s the rumor. What’s her deal anyway?”

“Word on the street is that she see’s things in her poop.”

You know how sometimes after using the toilet, there’s what is known as a “streaker”? It’s a streak that even a good hardy flush can’t erase.

My streak today was of a pilgrim walking. She had the stick and a hat and everything. I almost took a picture of it to post on Facebook but my better judgment said “fuck no, you crazy? Girl you fuckin’ stoopid crazy.”